Curiosity, or something more

I lost my cat, Millie, this week. She had enjoyed spending more time out of doors lately, and I was helpless to refuse her. Ultimately, she was declawed, old and not tough enough to be outside. I found her this week, and will miss her terribly, but know she was happy until the end. It is somewhat easier than Max, because she didn't suffer, and I didn't have to make the call on ending her life. But it is still really hard.